Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Those two lords, since you can't explain them to Kevin, just consider them as gods among men."

"...You're not kidding, are you? My friend Lyle asked me to invite two gods?"

"Lord Lyle's status in the academy...you can think of him as the son of the gods."

Kevin's fingers trembled slightly as he looked at the Andrei ring on his index finger and swallowed hard.

"Alright, Mr. Ralf must really want to have a close conversation with the gods. This is getting more and more interesting. Let's teleport to Valhalla!"

Kevin clenched his fist and raised it high, roaring in the bleak, cold wind, but nothing happened.

A man and a bat stood in the cold wind.

"Kevin, can't you use magic to create a portal?"

"Huh? Isn't it enough to just make a gesture or shout a slogan? Magic? I don't have that kind of thing. Grape, why don't you do it?"

"Although light bats are magical creatures, we don't have the ability to release magic, and our meager magic is only enough to make us glow."

The situation has reached a stalemate.

"Can't Lyle be a little more reliable when he does things?"

As Kevin complained, the ring changed. The wriggling eyeballs narrowed and stared at Kevin menacingly. Then, black magic emerged from the tentacles, covering the entire ring. In the next instant, Kevin and Grape vanished from their spot.

The peaceful atmosphere at Andre College was broken by the sounds of explosions, roars, the rolling of bones, and screams that filled the empty courtyard as it played out the symphony of the night.

It's midnight now, which is the busiest time at Andrea College.

Despite the gunfire outside, the soundproofing of the luxury cup remained excellent.

Kevin stood on the marble floor and looked around.

"This teleportation was really effective. Last time, the Bone Gate teleportation spell almost made me throw up."

"The spatial teleportation system was developed much earlier than necromancy, and its spell model is naturally more complete. However, the aftereffect of being dizzy from teleportation still exists. Kevin, you are just lucky that you don't have this symptom."

"Thank you, I've always been so lucky."

"Mr. Dragon and Mr. Gentleman are both absent, as is Ms. Ariana. We're really unlucky; it seems we'll have to find the academy ourselves." Grape hovered in the air.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” Kevin pushed open the peach-pink door, stepped out, his heart pounding like a war drum, and he could even feel his blood heating up. A new adventure, here I come.

At that moment, Kevin felt like he was the center of the world. The light bats resting by the wall saw Kevin emerge from the room and lit up their lights. Outside the window, a huge firework from a magical explosion shone brightly in the night sky. Kevin stood by the window, gazing at the beautiful night sky, smiling smugly, and said to Grape...

“I feel like the college is welcoming me. Grape, listen, there’s thunderous applause.”

Rumble rumble rumble...

A loud, rhythmic sound echoed in the empty corridor. Grape was surprised; the applause sounded somewhat familiar.

The surrounding light bats left the walls and transformed into colorful lights dancing in the air. The fragmented light and shadows sprinkled on Kevin, making the welcome even more enchanting.

Hearing the increasingly loud applause and watching her companion, who had improvised a scene and leaped high up on the wall, Grape finally understood.

"Kevin! Run! That's not applause! That's...!!!"

In the blink of an eye, two rapidly rolling spinal wheels burst out from the corner, instantly disintegrating the wall that was lightly touched, spraying out countless fragments. They smashed through the ceiling, fell from the upper floors, and rushed towards Kevin!

Behind the rapidly advancing spinal wheel lies the furious roar of the Andrei Executor.

"You bastards from the Literature Club! No racing in the school corridors!!! You dared to break the rules again!! You wait! If I catch you this time!! I'll have the Figure Club turn you into spinal wheels!!!"

In the heat of the chase, no one noticed Kevin, who was about to be smashed to pieces.

This is Andrei. Hitting someone and smashing them is no big deal?

Since the literary society is breaking the law, it naturally won't abide by traffic safety laws.

The enforcers are targeting the literary society. All laws are being ignored. The literary society must die!

Holy crap!

Kevin knew of the Spinal Wheel, which Lyle had used on Hamlet's journey. He was deeply impressed by the instrument of torture that had tormented William; the rolling bone spikes brought back unpleasant memories for Kevin.

With nowhere to hide, and the two spinal wheels completely blocking the passageway, Kevin had no choice but to jump out of the window to escape.

A scream and the roar of the spinal wheel merged into one.

"Fourth floor! Ahhhhhh!!!"

Fate forced him to choose between being crushed and being smashed.

Kevin looked down and saw several figures fiddling with some kind of device. Kevin didn't know what it was, only that huge, straight bone spikes, as dense as porcupine quills, were pointing straight up.

Was he going to die here? This unexpected turn of events shocked Kevin for the first time.

In that critical moment, Kevin closed his eyes.

A huge boulder suddenly appeared, collapsing and turning into a muddy slide as Kevin collided with it. Because the sudden mud added height, Kevin's fall was less than three meters. He tumbled and rolled down the slope until he landed on the grass.

As for the unrelated people who were originally below, perhaps they can climb out before the mud solidifies into a block.

Kevin, covered in mud, sat on the ground and wiped the mud off his face with his hands.

"That's fucking exciting."

When Kevin regained his sight, he found a handsome young man standing in front of him, dressed in a simple robe, his right hand outstretched as if to help him up.

Those ethereal eyes looked at him, and after a long eye contact, Kevin watched as those strange eyes gradually brightened, changing from indifference to strangeness, surprise, and finally fervor.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was awkward, Kevin had no choice but to accept the young man's kindness and took his hand with his muddy hands.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

The man seemed stunned, the mud on his fingers falling silently. He opened his mouth, then continued speaking the words that had been interrupted.

"Heaven... Heaven moves all things."

Chapter 469 The Nameless Purpose

The figure seeking help from Andrei has become two people.

Kevin kept turning back, looking at the man who had volunteered to help with a strange expression, and asked the question once again.

"Is Mr. Unknown really Lyle's friend?"

Nameless, a member of the Advanced Magic Research Society, and a researcher of metaphysics. A smile appeared on his face, the kind of forced, unsettling smile that someone with a long-standing expressionless face would produce when needed.

“Yes, Kevin, the Plague Doctor and I are very good friends. Since you and the Plague Doctor are brothers, then you and I are naturally good brothers as well. Helping you is my duty.”

"It's not about helping me, it's about helping Lyle, Mr. Nameless. Isn't your focus a bit strange?"

"Hahaha, Kevin and I hit it off immediately. I suppose those wonderful feelings were fate's arrangement." The nameless man gently patted Kevin's shoulder.

"Fate, huh? That makes sense." Based on his intuition, Kevin believed the nameless man's words, even though he also had a strange feeling about him.

The two are now returning to Andre Castle, heading to the Magic Research Society's room on the first floor—a good place to inquire about the scholar's whereabouts. Along the way, Nameless chatters incessantly with Kevin, and, drawing on his knowledge as a member of Andre, he takes over the job of introducing Andre to Grape.

"Professor Scholar is one of the founders of the Magic Research Society. He is Andrei's greatest magic professor. If we want to find his whereabouts, we should ask his closest students. By the way, my Advanced Magic Research Society also has many connections with Professor Scholar."

"So, Mr. Anonymous can also contact Mr. Scholar?"

"I'm very sorry, our president and the scholar have some minor personal conflicts, so it's not possible." The nameless man seemed to suddenly remember something. "By the way, Kevin, have you had a freshman physical examination since you arrived at Andrei?"

"New student physical exam? What's that? Lyle didn't tell me about that?"

"Oh! Didn't the Plague Doctor tell you about the new student physical examination?" The nameless man feigned surprise, uttering the words he had concocted in twenty seconds. "Andrei is a multidisciplinary magic academy. Magical research here is free and chaotic. You may not realize it, but there are actually many tiny, chaotic magical elements in the space here. New students usually need to undergo some physical examinations to ensure that the chaotic magic will not cause any damage to their bodies. Another purpose of the physical examination is to assess the new students' magical state and determine the apprentices' future development direction."

Nameless finally realized his smile was stiff, so he just blinked. "Want to give it a try, Kevin? Do you want to know which club you're more suited for, and what kind of magic you'll possess?"

The nameless man's highly persuasive words struck a chord with Kevin, who, like Lyle who had just joined Andre, showed great interest, but he still politely declined.

“Mr. Nameless, thank you for your kindness, but let’s put Lyle first. He needs our help.”

“Okay, but don’t worry too much, Kevin. That’s the Plague Doctor. Andrei’s brightest new star. He’ll be fine. Both his knowledge of evil gods and his spiritualism will help him escape danger. Putting everything else aside, there are no more than five people in this world who can completely wear him down on the path he’s walked.”

Five people?

“Only those favored by evil gods can devour other favored by evil gods. As far as I know, the only one who could potentially harm Lyle is a being named Sheriu. He is likely a follower of the Sleeper Triton and is naturally an enemy of the being behind Lyle.”

"Sherius? Sherius Hamlet!"

The nameless man narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze on Kevin deepening as he scrutinized him. "Kevin, you know that person too?"

“I think so, but the Sherius I remember was just an ordinary human being who fled from disaster. Although his family was indeed involved in a strange evil and perished, I also received the title and land of the Hamlet family.”

In Wuming's view, Kevin's fate was tightly intertwined with Sheriu's. It was terrible. Wuming felt terrible.

This was the first time I'd witnessed such an existence. The threads of fate weren't held in his grasp, yet the previously tangled lines of misfortune had collectively reversed course, leaving only clearly defined lines of good fortune. If Mr. Raymond was a black hole that devoured fate, then Kevin was a nebula of steadily rotating good luck. A perfect vessel for luck, or rather, luck itself.

As it turns out, Kevin's fate is intertwined with Sheriu.

Nameless, himself a follower of the Silver Sage, and a fellow follower of the evil god, naturally knew how unreasonable the evil god was. Sheriwu was very likely to disregard Kevin's luck and thus destroy his perfect experimental subject.

The moment Nameless and Kevin locked eyes, he knew that this human was extremely important to him.

He would not allow anyone to disrupt him; the usually aloof Nameless had found his true goal.

While Wuming was deep in thought, he had remained in the same spot for nearly ten minutes.

"Unnamed gentleman, will Sheriwu have any impact on our subsequent rescue operations?"

Wuming smiled.

"It may or may not happen, but in any case, I will participate in this rescue and be a help to you, Kevin."

"Um... Lyle will be very grateful to you."

Nameless and Kevin arrived at the first floor of Andrei. Along the way, many figures stared at the two of them, or more precisely, at the incessantly talking Mr. Nameless. The existence that caused Andrei's economic crisis would naturally attract attention, especially when the irresponsible Nameless suddenly transformed into a talkative and optimistic gentleman. Andrei's lich showed the greatest curiosity.

"Has Wuming been brainwashed by Raymond?"

"Who's that person next to him? A new member of the Advanced Magic Research Society?"

"That's Wuming. His attitude towards a newcomer in the Advanced Magic Research Society is driving his mentor, Mr. Gravity, almost to the brink of collapse. I wouldn't be surprised if the sun rises in the west tomorrow."

“Nameless is looking over here, hurry up and go.”

Wuming watched the two liches leave quickly. He didn't care about their comments. In fact, he was focused on the fog gate behind them, the door to the Magic Research Society.

"We've arrived, Kevin." Nameless sighed that the journey was too short, and he felt a little unsatisfied, especially since there were some things he hadn't been able to experiment with.

The thread of fate was gently tugged, causing ripples.